"I turn the lighter over in my hands and read the small writing that's been carefully etched into the side. When I die bury me face down so the whole world can kiss my ass. I giggle and peer up at him with a grin on my face.
"Cute," I say as I point to the lighter.
"Fuck off," he says, but I can see the smile at the corner of his mouth.
"No, I like it."
"Keep it, I have heaps of them. I even have one that says 'get fucked'. I give it to people I hate that ask me for a light. It's out of gas."
"That's amazing," I laugh.
"So is the look on their faces, trust me." I pocket the lighter and look up at Jasper. He's looking back at me, and suddenly, eye contact doesn't seem so bad. I smile, and he smiles back, and it's such a strange moment that I almost forget that I'm sitting in a decrepit old playground with a cigarette in my hand."
When Alice's best friend suddenly disappears on the last day of school, Alice's ordinary life seems to turn on its head. Suddenly, nothing feels certain anymore. Rules that she made for herself are being broken, people are coming into her life that are changing her perception of what being a teenager is about, and she seems to be visiting a lot more dark alleyways than she is used to. That, and she has to learn how to navigate the intense feelings of grief that come with losing a best friend. Friendship, love, loss, grief, adventure and a lot of angst, Alice seems to be experiencing it all.
»My name is Aristes, by the way. Here's my phone number, if you need to call me.«
»Your phone number?«
»Yes. I mean, you could call me by setting up an altar and sacrificing a lamb, but I think calling me via phone is a bit easier. And, you know, less messy.«
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a demon in full possession of his intellectual abilities can not, should not and will not fall in love. Love is a concept invented for humans to give their short life meaning in a universe that doesn't care about their existence. Or at least that's what they tell you in the Underworld.
Which really does not explain Aristes situation right now. Like, at all.
Life as a male witch wasn't easy. Especially when you got dangerously cursed after accidentally summoning a demon. Which was exactly what Jasper did. The second summoning was at least not an accident but went slightly wrong as well - it got him a helping pair of clawed hands (well, sometimes at least. I mean the clawed helpfulness) and something like an involuntary flatmate. Which was not what Jasper had expected but hey, you've got to take all the help you can get when you're trying to get rid of a curse whose sole purpose it is to kill you. Jasper should be glad he survived it til here. And if dealing with a wayward demon was the price to pay, he had nothing against it. Especially when said demon had the annoying tendency to make him laugh and blush all the time.